Luyện nghe bài hát Los Pescadores

My feet, they are naked, my on my hips
My to the ocean, and open my lips
Ee-ah, oh, los

come with a crash on the crest of a roar
And out of their boats and theyre on to the shore
Ee-ah oh, los

And they wrench with the wave, and they strain the rope
They dig in the sand and they bend to the
Ee-ah, oh, los

And the weight of the men and the of the sea
The hardness of and the softness of me
Ee-ah, oh, los

And stand with the fishermen, silent and gay
eat off the sun and I'll drink off the spray
Ee-ah, oh, los
Ee-ah, oh, los